Art Thou Amused?
So something I found amusing but terrifying happened to me the other day and I thought I'd share because I'm sure I'm not the only one....
As per one of my recent posts, I attempted smoking an herb the other day out of desperation for pain relief of any sort. And no, it's not the herb most of you may think of straight off the bat, so there. Well, Saturday, I was saging the house, and some of the said herb's residue was still in the thing I use to keep myself from dropping burning embers all over the place while I cleanse. So the house smelled heavy of many burning herbs. Yes, the windows were open--the weather was SO nice Saturday that the windows stayed open all day--lovely treat for May in South Louisiana!
Anyway, no sooner I get the smoke going all over the place, my phone rings--it's my parents. They wanted to stop by for a little visit since they were already in the area. Great, now I smell like smoke, the house smells like I'm trying to burn a garden, and my parents are coming over! There is zero way to hide that!
Oh, and to clarify, my parents are Catholic. I was born and raised as such. I have an ex bro-in-law that was a mega pothead. This visit wasn't a fun one for me....
So they come over. I'm trying to play it cool, yet my insides are screaming because I just know they think I'm
A. A witch (I haven't officially come out of the broom closet to them because, while they're more open-minded these days than they have been in the past, I have no clue how they'd take it)
OR
B. A mega pothead that's just walking around with a joint hanging out of my mouth while my kids are home.
I laugh now because yes, I know I'm an adult and yes, I know what I was doing is fine by me. But, even as a pushing-40-adult, I am scared of my parents. It's not like they'd throw a Bible at my face. They'd most likely think it's dumb or a phase. But I seriously sat there and had this discussion in my head for a day afterwards....
"Oh great, now in their mind I'm a pothead."
"Or a witch..."
"What the hell, brain??? How do I tell them after all the years of attempting to get me to "come back to Jesus" that I have, instead, found the Goddess and do magick and study such things constantly?"
"Well, you'd rather them think you're on drugs?"
"I don't know....I can say I quit drugs. I can't say I quit my beliefs!"
"But you're not on drugs...."
"Right--so I wouldn't be lying saying I'm not on them anymore!"
"So you'd rather be a former non-pot-pothead to your parents than a nature-loving witch?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!!!"
So fear not, those that fear your parents...an adult that is quite independent can fear her parents as well...
Blessed Be...
As per one of my recent posts, I attempted smoking an herb the other day out of desperation for pain relief of any sort. And no, it's not the herb most of you may think of straight off the bat, so there. Well, Saturday, I was saging the house, and some of the said herb's residue was still in the thing I use to keep myself from dropping burning embers all over the place while I cleanse. So the house smelled heavy of many burning herbs. Yes, the windows were open--the weather was SO nice Saturday that the windows stayed open all day--lovely treat for May in South Louisiana!
Anyway, no sooner I get the smoke going all over the place, my phone rings--it's my parents. They wanted to stop by for a little visit since they were already in the area. Great, now I smell like smoke, the house smells like I'm trying to burn a garden, and my parents are coming over! There is zero way to hide that!
Oh, and to clarify, my parents are Catholic. I was born and raised as such. I have an ex bro-in-law that was a mega pothead. This visit wasn't a fun one for me....
So they come over. I'm trying to play it cool, yet my insides are screaming because I just know they think I'm
A. A witch (I haven't officially come out of the broom closet to them because, while they're more open-minded these days than they have been in the past, I have no clue how they'd take it)
OR
B. A mega pothead that's just walking around with a joint hanging out of my mouth while my kids are home.
I laugh now because yes, I know I'm an adult and yes, I know what I was doing is fine by me. But, even as a pushing-40-adult, I am scared of my parents. It's not like they'd throw a Bible at my face. They'd most likely think it's dumb or a phase. But I seriously sat there and had this discussion in my head for a day afterwards....
"Oh great, now in their mind I'm a pothead."
"Or a witch..."
"What the hell, brain??? How do I tell them after all the years of attempting to get me to "come back to Jesus" that I have, instead, found the Goddess and do magick and study such things constantly?"
"Well, you'd rather them think you're on drugs?"
"I don't know....I can say I quit drugs. I can't say I quit my beliefs!"
"But you're not on drugs...."
"Right--so I wouldn't be lying saying I'm not on them anymore!"
"So you'd rather be a former non-pot-pothead to your parents than a nature-loving witch?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!!!"
So fear not, those that fear your parents...an adult that is quite independent can fear her parents as well...
Blessed Be...
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